Napatitig si Grayson sa kapatid. He let out a frustrated sigh as he massaged his temple. Pumupitik pa rin ito. Hindi na siya nakapag-jogging at masyado ng mainit pa para doon. Maybe he’s going to do it this evening. He need to let out some sweat, maybe jog or punch some faces.
“Bakit nandito pa kayo? It’s almost noon. Wala ba kayong mga trabaho?”
Diego just shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his third cup of coffee for the day.
Si Javier naman ay nagsindi ng sigarilyo, nakaupo ito sa tapat ni Diego.
“Well, we heard the news and just decided that you might somehow need some shoulder to cry on,” saad ni Diego.
Natawa si Grayson. Yeah, he’s actually grieving, and it’s been years since he’s doing that. Namatay ang kanyang t**i.
“Dammit!” Mahinang hinampas ni Grayson ang mesa. Gusto
